I tell the kids a bedtime story. But not before the little
man ha hecho un pedo. – farts – Then like 7 more time. I fan it away with the
pillow and the kids cannot stop laughing.
The story
begins. It’s about a girl named Erica (they like when I’m the main character.
She is muy guapa, of course, and she meets a dolphin and together they find a
sunken ship with treasure in it. Gold, money, salchichas and chocolate. Then
after I turn off the lights little M asks me if I can sleep in their room for a
little bit. This is a first, so I say yes. So I lay at the feet of their beds.
I sing some songs. Rosebud; You are my Sunshine; Lullaby. It’s nice. Then the
father comes home. Lays down with the kids. They make me sing Sunshine. Then M
sings it, then L, then J. They know almost every word. Adorable. I can’t stops
smiling/laughing. It’s a good thing the light was off.
At the 3 month mark, I really feel like I love them, this
family. We are comfortable with eachother, happy (more or less). They come to
me now. Cry less - less. It’s a nice thing. A very very nice thing.
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